Our home is now our asylumGives naught except for terrorUnder no roof of hope and joy,We now just gauge our tears.
The Other feels no painNo scream penetrates his bosom,But by orders, he shouldAs a ‘patriot’, reciprocate none but fear.
The barrage deafens the harmony of silenceIt breaches the faith in humanityIt invades the shrine of our ancestorsAnd the vision of our progeny.
Now we start anew;exculpating the treason to our hopesAnd accept that we had to sufferBut for the piety of the perpetrators.
~Rijul Kharat
India